Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.